Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.